Wagon Wheel

Thank you to the DJ that played this as our last song for our last West Central District Teen Retreat. It was perfect!

Listen to it's great music here


Headed down south to the land of the pines 
And I'm thumbin my way into North Caroline
Starin up the road
Pray to God I see headlights


I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight


So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel
Rock me mamma any way you feel
Hey mamma rock me
Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain 
Rock me mamma like a south bound train
Hey mamma rock me


Runnin from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string-band
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now


Oh, the North country winters keep gettin me now
Lost my money playin poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin back
To livin that old life no more


So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel 
Rock me mamma any way you feel 
Hey mamma rock me
Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain
Rock me mamma like a southbound train
Hey mamma rock me


Walkin to the south out of Roanoke 
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee 


And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free


So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel 
Rock me mamma any way you feel
Hey mamma rock me
Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain
Rock me mamma like a southbound train
Hey mamma rock me.